Eileen lounged on the sofa. She was softly caressing the dark head in her lap. Silence lay stretched out, hands clasped over his stomach. She reached for a bunch of grapes and pulled one off to feed it to him. His gray eyes sparkled as he accepted the treat from her hand. The silver collar at his throat glittered as he swallowed. They had been together for almost six months. He had spoken only once, when she had placed the collar, and not since. She didn't seem to mind and he was used to being silent. He turned his head slightly to kiss her skin and tickle her belly button with his tongue. He was rewarded with a soft hum of pleasure and the caress of her fingers on his cheek.
Their relationship had changed. She was still his Mistress, his...owner. Yet, in a subtle way, he was as much owner as owned. He knew he would obey her in all things. That was in his contract. Yet, he would give her more because she gave to him as well.
She tapped his nose and gestured to the bedroom. He was up in a swift, graceful movement and had her in his arms before she could get up. It was a liberty no other mistress had ever allowed him and he enjoyed her pleasure in the spontaneous act. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers caressing his collar. He set her among her pillows and sat on the edge of the bed.
She was softly stroking his arm, her fingers tracing the hard muscles. "Have you ever wanted to be in control, Silence?" she asked softly.
He held suddenly still, considering her question. He nodded slowly.
She smiled up at him. "I would like to give you something," she said.
His expression asked the question.
She stroked his arm again, then she slid out of the bed and knelt before him. The surprised shock in his eyes almost made her laugh. "I want to give you tonight," she said. "Tonight you are the master and I am yours." She sat back on her heels and lowered her eyes. "What is your desire, Master?" she whispered.
A shudder of fear went through him. Master? Could he? More importantly, should he? She waited still and silent. He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. Her gaze was soft with desire, unafraid. He gestured to the bed. She obediently climbed back in. There were silk cords on the bed posts. She had bound him once or twice, but he had not really enjoyed it. The fear was too strong. He had one of the cords in his hands. She offered her wrist at once. Slowly, watching her eyes, he tied it. Then the other one, and her ankles, spreading her on the bed. She tugged lightly. One wrist came loose. She offered it again. He tied her more securely.
"What is your desire, Master?" she whispered again. He was amazed at the effect her bound body has on him. His penis surged to in immediate, massive erection. He moved over her, pressing his hot penis against her. He put his finger on her lips and shook his head. She nodded.
Then he plunged into her, forcing her to accept the entire massive length of him in a single savage thrust. Her jaw clenched as she arched in pain. He had not tried to arouse her and she was still dry. Somehow, she managed not to scream, panting with the effort to keep silent. He drew back and slammed into her again. She bucked under him, her head whipping back and forth as the pain again ripped through her. He felt something hard and cruel coiling in his mind, her pain feeding an emotion he shied away from and yet wanted. Again, he thrust.
A soft whimper. His hand lashed out and he slapped her. Hard. She sucked in a shuddering breath as her tears slipped down her cheeks. His eyes were flat and cold as he plunged hard and deep. He slapped her again. She made no sound, her tear filled eyes locked on his, her body now limp as he pounded deep into her. His orgasm was hard and sudden. As it faded, he realized she had not moved with him, had not joined his release. He pulled out of her. His hand went between her legs. She trembled. He felt the wetness, but it seemed...wrong. He saw the blood when he looked at his hand. That shocked him. He released her at once and backed away from her.
What had he done? He saw the marks of his hands on her cheeks. The hard coil of hate and rage surfaced in his mind. Master. He was Master tonight. He could do anything he wanted to her.
A soft touch on his knee. He felt the rage flare. He looked into her eyes expecting, wanting, to see fear. He saw tears and pain. And understanding. She crossed her wrists and held them out to him. He gripped them tight in one large hand. He drew the other back to strike her again, watching her eyes, waiting for the fear. It did not come. Tears. Pain. Understanding. Trust.
